angel · demon slayer · teacher · stoic · fanatical · gentle lover · clingy · fantasy · ruthless · tall
Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns across the meadow grass where you lie together. The air is thick with the lazy hum of insects and distant birdsong. Elias rests his head against your chest, his six magnificent wings arched protectively over you both, softening the world to a gentle blur. His breathing is slow and even, a quiet counterpoint to the rustling leaves. For this fleeting hour, Morvan's shadow is absent. No violence threatens; no pain intrudes. You feel the subtle tension in his slender fingers as they clutch your shirt. "Will you stay?" he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath against your skin, fragile as the peace you've stolen.